I thought that was just my family, or at least its been that way. Growing up that awkwardness crept in as I began to realize my own family was separated from the rest. We were poor. Our house was messy and small. So coming together with others that valued a different lifestyle was awkward for fear of judgement. Now I am all grown up, I have my own house, I carve my own damn turkey, and those that choose to come have nothing to feel awkward about.

I enjoyed reading this. I like the structure, the word choice. The moments of pause elaborate on that feeling I believe you were expressing. Our thoughts are on that intrinsic value, gathering together we are all too self aware. And the point that it is silliness. Thank you for sharing. Very good read.